So freaking busy

That's me.

So I love my massage class. I'd prefer to work than be worked on, but maybe it's because I need deep tissue work and not many people are into that. Who knows.
Work is ... work. It's almost getting ridiculous to the point of insanity now. We aren't allowed to have paper at our desks anymore, and by the end of July, we won't be able to have books or magazines, either.
First we aren't allowed to think and now we aren't allowed to read. You know what? Forget that. If you want mindless drones doing this work, just make it all automatic systems without human help. Make it so everyone that needs this service needs to go to a store and have an agent fill the form out for them, instead of making people sit there and do nothing except act like robots, regurgitating scripts and pretending to care. At least then you would be able to have all systems and procedures filled to protocol, instead of making us have to make some lousy excuse as to why we aren't able [allowed] to resolve the situation.
People would have nobody to complain to, no one to cuss out, if they could see for themselves that certain things really were physically impossible. Instead of cursing ME out for doing my job so I don't get fired, they can get upset at the COMPUTER which has no options.
The computer doesn't think, it just ... does. Unlike the poor humans I work with, going into a mental atrophy. You know, we won't even be allowed COLORING BOOKS there?
Ridiculous.
Just ten more months of intellectual numbness and then I can spring that joint.
Effing a. Seriously.



So, on top of working 40+ hours a week, my night classes are 4 hours, Monday-Thursday. I have literally NO TIME to get online during the week, and one of the last things I want to do on my days off is sit on the computer. So all that nonsense about posting old stix? Yeah.... call me out on it, because that was BS.
Now I'm gonna go use my stimulus check to get my horn fixed. YES!